When I started doing this I told myself I'd avoid putting anything private in here for fear that it would come back to bite me in the ass. As it turns out, it's impossible for me to make any updates if I leave out personal stuff, I guess my life is either very boring or I worry too much.

Either way, I'm reneging. Because this is a story I don't mind sharing, for what it's worth I don't think it's anything to be ashamed of. You might think otherwise.

Anyway, I took my friend Jill to see Sigur Ros a few weeks back, how I came to take her is a story for another time.

We sat down in one of my favorite venues, Massey Hall, and I spend a good couple minutes soaking in the crowd. Our seats are in the balcony directly above the stage on the right hand side, perfect for a wannabe musician to watch the action up close.

After a while I tell Jill that the crowd is way too good looking. I say "you know for a bunch of people with taste similar to mine, a bunch of people who dress like me, I wouldn't expect to feel so plain, everyone here is so beautiful" and as if on queue this fucking GODDESS comes and sits down next to Jill.

She's SO completely my type, if asked to describe my type, this girl is it. I was constantly staring, to the point where Jill is elbowing me in the ribs and glaring at me to grow up. She offers to chat her up to break the ice but I decline, I figure if it's gonna happen, it'll happen on my terms, right? Stupid, stupid, stupid.

After the show (which was downright orgasmic) we're walking down the stairs and this girl is telling her friend there have been so many great shows recently. She mentions a list of bands that sounds a lot like the list of shows I've been to and am going to (Bjork, Radiohead, spiritualized etc) and how she's upset that Goldfrapp was cancelled because it was going to make it an even better month

Of course I did a total double take.

She mentions every show I've seen and will see, every show except one

"you forgot Godspeed you black emperor" I say

"it's sold out, I didn't get tickets" she replies

"ah yes, but they've added a second show at the opera house, it's not sold out yet, if you don't mind it being all ages I suggest you look into it" I retort

she nods, I smile, and that's the end of it

fast forward to the Godspeed show

I'm standing in the crowd ignoring the HORRIFIC opening act

and boom

there she is

I walk over, I say "hey I'm the dork who told you about the show" we shake hands, I tell all my jokes about the horrific opening act including the classic "I think as a political statement on homelessness they just grabbed three guys that were going through the garbage out back and gave them some acid and instruments"

I make comparisons to Russell Haswell opening for Autechre

her eyes light up and she asks me "how were Autechre live?"

I melt

Her name is Alice, I fucking LOVE that name.

After the show I walk up to her, tell her that I've got this mp3 collection I'd like to introduce her to, her tastes seem pretty much in-line with mine and she'd probably have a field day with it, I ask for her email address.

She nods, tells it to me, and we part ways

for the rest of the night I'm chanting it like a mantra, making sure I don't forget it.

I wait the 24 hours , heck I wait 26 just to be sure I don't look too into her, after all obsession is nearly as unattractive as desperation.

I write her a nice email, offering access to my collection of obscure ambient artists that I suspect are up her alley, like Arovane, Mogwai and Boards Of Canada.

I get a response immediately

"no such mailbox"

Now before you email me, yes it's entirely possible that she didn't just give me a bogus address and that I simply misheard or misremembered, either way I'm still S.O.L. No, I don't think I'll meet her again. Yes, I've tried a few obvious alternate spellings, No, I don't think it's gods way of telling me that it wasn't meant to be. Yes, I do look back and smile and laugh about it, I'm not broken up about it, I just think it's a good story. No, I will not always keep a pen on hand in the future.